The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

Fame Is A Fickle Food Upon A Shifting Plate.

It Is Essential To The Sanity Of Mankind That Each One Should Think The Other Crazy - A Condition With Which The Cynicism Of Human Nature So Cordially Complies, One Could Wish It Were A Concurrence Upon A Subject More Noble.

Till It Has Loved, No Man Or Woman Can Become Itself.

To Die Before One Fears To Die May Be A Boon.